Friday, October 29, 2004

Highly Recommended Reading: Gregory Maguire's WICKED: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST
After 167 episodes, the anime producers have learned what Rumiko Takahashi did not: Inuyasha needed an ending, not a never ending journey that will last until the marketing value is no more.

Do not spend an hour and a half on a dusty stage, pop in contacts, and think that you will be able to see in a poorly lit living room well enough to distinguish a D from a B.

Today was a phenominal day for stupid subs.

In math, the useless lump sub did nothing, the teacher was too stupid to give us a lesson we'd gone over. So, many people were lost. I mean, I have no trouble following models, but it was tough stuff. So, Mike, a classmate, taught. And he was better than the teacher, honest to God.

In bio, we were supposed to have an Oldies Day. On Oldied Day, you get in little groups and do some worksheets while Oldies 103.3 plays in the background. You fill in blanks and sing along to "Brown-eyed Girl" and "Penny Lane." It's wonderful!

Today, the teacher was out, so the student teacher got 103.3 going and let us work. Then, about five minutes later, in the middle of "Mrs. Robinson," Josh turned it to a rap station. So Larissa or a cronie of hers whined till he changed it to a country station. So, the sub was not paying attention and the student teacher was glad to not have to be the bad guy and say, "Oh, no rap - the station's got questionable lyrics."

For the love of God, that was SIMON AND GARFUNKEL!

So I yelled, "Hey, Josh, put it back on 103.3!" So Josh ignored me, as I do not have layered hair, a short skirt, and a bubbly giggle.

SIMON AND GARFUNKEL! I mean, if it were "I Am a Rock," I might have understood. But "Mrs. Robinson?" That is so quality! The only Simon and Garfunkel that's better than "Mrs. Robinson" is "The Sound of Silence!" Good for Josh is wasn't that song.

On the way to my lesson, Daddy usually listens to sports talk shows. However, he turned on the radio, and whay was it, but "Mrs. Robinson"! So the station stayed there. Several absolutely phenom motown tunes and some other great sixties stuff followed, which was even better.

And as we pulled onto the studio's street, "Black Magic Woman" came on. And the only reason we did not sit in the car another four minutes was that we pay for lessons. But if Josh had turned it during Santana, oh, that would top changing the station from Simon and Garfunkel. The station would have gone right back.

I know, I know. You're thinking, "Sure, he may be too stupid to like Simon and Garfunkel, but WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD CHANGE THE RADIO STATION FROM 'BLACK MAGIC WOMAN'?"

However, you do not know Josh. Beyond not appreciating Santana, he would probably not recognize his style in a second. I mean, I'll give that some people's taste may not include Santana, but you have to be Josh not to get it.

I have a friend who says she's going to be a Latin guitarist when she grows up. I've told her that she's got a very European bone structure and that she's rather blonde to fit the image well enough to succeed as such, but she insists that plastic surgery can fix that. I don't know ...

And so, I stop ranting for the night, as tomorrow, I will work then babysit. Oh joy.
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